Oh, bloody brilliant. [What jamjar is this?? It's all intro-y and neither of them knows what's going on at this point so WHO'S TO SAY. Right now, Spike is just leaning against a wall, scowling, and wishing he had a pack of smokes.]

All the people I could be trapped in some hell dimension with, and it had to be you. Try and stay out of my way, will you?